Flesh Cartel, #8: Loyalties

foreskin. Dougie tore his eyes from it, looking to Nikolai for permission.
    “Do you like my man’s cock, Douglas?” Nikolai asked with a wicked smile.
    Not as much as yours. “Oh yes, Sir,” Dougie purred. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it, how that foreskin would come into play in the pursuit of Roger’s pleasure. It didn’t seem too different, and anyway he had one of his own, didn’t he? Just touch him the way you like to be touched, that’s all.
    Except, no touching at all until Nikolai gave him the go-ahead. Roger might be a slave too, but Dougie sensed he was an avatar today, a virtual extension of Nikolai’s own flesh. And you never, ever touched your master’s cock without permission.
    So he leaned in close instead, licked his lips and took a tentative sniff. Partly to encourage Nikolai to let him begin pleasuring them both in earnest, but partly for his own curiosity as well. Roger didn’t smell like much, though—he was freshly washed, smelled like Nikolai’s soap with just a hint of warm skin and salt and sex beneath, leaking fresh from the slit of his very hard dick.
    “Tongue out,” Nikolai said, his own hands working Roger’s nipples, tweaking them gently and making Roger grunt. Dougie stuck his tongue out but didn’t touch, not yet. If Roger could sit so still and patient beneath his master’s stroking fingers, Dougie could wait too. “Now lick,” Nikolai ordered, then amended, “Just the tip. Taste him. Nothing more.”
    Dougie closed the final inch between them with a gratified moan, and licked one shallow stripe across the crown of Roger’s cock. That earned him a little gasp from Roger and Nikolai both, and Roger’s cock jumped nearly up to his stomach.
    “Good,” Nikolai breathed. Dougie pulled his eyes from Roger’s crotch and sought out his master’s satisfied smile, the sparkle of pleasure in his eyes. “Just like that. Again.”
    Dougie obeyed, looking at Roger just long enough to find his target, then turning his eyes back on Nikolai as he teased Roger’s cock with the tip of his tongue. I’m sucking his cock but it’s only for you. Only for you. He sighed happily.
    “You must learn to pleasure an uncut man. Run your tongue under his foreskin.”
    “Can I touch him, sir?”
    Nikolai nodded.
    “Thank you, sir,” Dougie and Roger said, nearly simultaneously. Dougie wrapped a hand around the thick base of Roger’s cock, and just like he’d predicted, his fingers and thumb didn’t touch. So thick. Unbidden, the thought of that girth stretching his hole flooded his mind and made him blush. Was that what’d first caught Nikolai’s eye when he’d bought Roger?
    No matter. He was thinking too much. He always thought too much. Less thinking, more doing.
    Pointing Roger’s cock at his mouth, he tilted in and traced his tongue along the line of Roger’s foreskin, teasingly slipping underneath that ridge every so often as he went.
    “Now. Roger’s foreskin is quite tight to his cock, especially when he’s fully erect. In fact, sometimes it pulls back so far that he doesn’t appear any different from a cut man, although I think you’ll agree he feels much different in the hand. Some men have much more give and the heads of their cocks are only revealed if you purposefully draw the skin back. They may want this. They may not. Uncut men can be very sensitive, as I’m sure you know.”
    “Yes, sir,” Dougie said.
    “The foreskin itself can be a source of pleasure, too. Suck it into your mouth, worry it between your teeth—gently, of course—or slide your tongue underneath it as you’re doing now.”
    This time, Dougie only nodded because his mouth was too busy for a reply. Sucking, licking, working that circle of exposed head that, yes, was so very sensitive. Or maybe Roger had just been that well-trained to perform for his master whether things felt amazing or not—he was squirming and panting in Nikolai’s lap, hands fisting the sheets beside Nikolai’s legs as Dougie worked his cock and Nikolai worked his nipples. It didn’t seem like he was faking it, though, not with all the pre-cum leaking onto Dougie’s tongue and the way his cock was twitching in Dougie’s hand. Dougie gave it a little pump, and the foreskin glided over the shaft so smoothly it made Dougie’s own dick twitch with jealousy. He had a hand free, wanted so badly to touch himself, but he didn’t dare. Didn’t even dare to ask. The best he could do was look